When the man say, “Run”, you run.
When the man say, “Talk”, you run.
When the bird say, “Rawwk”, you run.
See why it pays to stay in shape?
When the man say, “Run”, you run.
When the man say, “Talk”, you run.
When the bird say, “Rawwk”, you run.
See why it pays to stay in shape?
I don’t think I’d trust the Cassowary to be intimidated by a net. Or a paintball gun. Or anything, really. Outraged and Baffled, maybe, but not intimidated.
It’s like in those movies where the alien, or the prehistoric shark, or the giant ape or whatever it is they’ve got is on the ‘other side’ of the thing meant to keep them safe. That’s just an overused signal that you’re supposed to feel anxious ’cause at least one of the people standing in the ‘safe’ area is about to get it in the neck when the Boogen breaks free. When you’re watching those movies, you’re thinking ‘Run!’ and NO ONE’S DOING IT.
I refuse. I will not subject you to that. I’ll take the Three Stooges Route, though. Everyone run. ‘Cause that *&^%s funny.
Paste isn’t the sort of person to make a goofy bet. He’s more the ‘tails I win, heads you lose’ kind of gambler. And what sort of maniac makes the lunatic bet himself when there’s a patsy around to send in for you?
Also, Mal thinks the big end of the stick is just for counterbalance. You have earned my admiration if you realized that’s what was going on.
I was around for The Gambler. Song. Variety Show Hype. TV movie.
Oh, those were the days.
And then Kenny got into chicken and botox.
Not botox IN the chicken. At least, I don’t think so.
“Run.”
It’s not a difficult concept, and yet, when told to do it, don’t you sort of expect more information. I do, anyhow. You know, like, “Run! Bear!” There’s worlds more information, there.
I’m trying to eat healthier these days.
Easter time is NOT an optimal time for that kind of thing. Waaaay too many candy eggs around.
Here’s a thought I just had while putting the tags on this cartoon. Crazy Dog Lady has been her ‘name’ so far. But that probably won’t do, since she’s so much fun these days.
Anyone want to suggest a few names that might have been hers all along and we just don’t know it yet?
I like to ride my bike on my trails. I really like to ride my bike on my trails.
The one thing that I like almost as much as riding on them, is digging on them. I like shaping berms, putting in jumps, smoothing out and filling in elk hoof prints… you know, just regular trail stuff.
It’s a ton of work, and it’s not exactly clean work, so on the surface, it would appear that I either have a problem with self abuse, or I’m stupid.
It’s also possible that I just like to get my mind on something other than work, family, bills, and clowns (ever since Poltergeist, I’ve had a constant low-grade fear of clowns… don’t watch that movie if you are younger than 30).
The bonus is that when I spend a couple of hours with Billie, the Wonder Adze and Rico the antique garden rake (you name your tools too, right?) I get to try out the improvements on my BIKE!
Another benefit comes to mind. When I’m riding the trails, my focus is generally on not flying off said trails, which would require removing sage brush from my orifices. When I’m working on the trails I get to see the view. And man, what a view it is.
I snapped this photo yesterday, then I unwittingly chopped into a termite mound. Termites do not like to be disturbed AND the dern things fly. Thank goodness they don’t look like clowns. That could be a deal breaker.
New Reader JackTheBlack4444 sent this in:
Did a mud run with Miss Fit’s group and raised a ridiculous amount for St. Jude (Children’s Hospital), something like 10 grand. Mostly due to the fact that Miss Fit is a fitness model and has a legion of fan boys. But that is beside the point.
It’s sort of a Blues Brothers meets Swamp Thing look, isn’t it? Very cool. Especially on a hot day.
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